Chapter 1
The pain was a fading memory, a memory being washed away by the deep continuing waves of pleasure sweeping through her. The warm, spring night, the star-filled sky, the crescent moon, the smell of the flowers, the soft caress of the night air on her naked body-all combined to increase her pleasure. She was sensuously aware of the hard weight of the boy on her, and of the harsh grass prickling her asscheeks. The pleasure that was building to overwhelm everything else was caused mainly by a passionately swollen cock that was stretching her virgin cunt. Her clit was being twisted and rolled between their pubic arches. It was better than she had expected, better than her self-stimulation had ever been. It was a seething rush of ecstasy. The big, hard cock pistoning in and out of her cunt stimulated nerves she hadn't even realized existed. "Ooh, yes," she sighed, and closed her eyes against the star-spangled glory of the sky overhead. "Oooh, don't stop, don't ever stop!" She was oblivious to the joyous singing of the crickets and grasshoppers as she rocked endlessly on the waves of her passion.
"Aaahhhhh!" The cock plunged deeper than ever into her cunt. Her hips responded with a thrust of their own. She felt the cockhead butt the end of her cunt. The wet spot staining the tuxedo slacks spread on the grass of the putting green took on fresh significance as the big prick kept moving in and out of her blazing pussy. She had the feeling that Paul was going to go on fucking her all night.
She hadn't wanted it to happen. She had agreed to leave the dance and take a walk with him in order to give the embarrassing wet splotch on his trousers time to dry. The long, slow song and close embrace had brought him off right on the country club dance floor. Connie had felt him rubbing against her and had felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her. Then she had felt his cock pumping, felt hot wetness seep slowly through her dress, and she had known what had happened. Walking along, arms around each other, her shoes dangling from one hand, they had said nothing, just shared the closeness they both knew would end too soon. The music from the dance faded as they moved farther into the darkness. On an isolated green he had suggested they sit, and she bad agreed. Carefully, to avoid staining her white dress, she had spread the full skirt out around herself. It had gleamed magically in the soft moonlight.
Naturally, they had kissed. Just as naturally, his hand had eased up to press her tits through her dress and bra. Her heart quickened its beat, and her back ached-but she didn't want to lie down on the grass, because it would stain her dress. "Why don't you take it off?" Paul suggested softly. It seemed so logical. Why not? He had seen her in a bathing suit. And the last time they had gone to the drive-in she had let him slip his hand under her blouse and touch her bare tits. And she had touched his cock, and rather than letting him in her, made him jet pearly jism into the air and over her hand.
So, she turned her back to him so he could unzip her dress. He lifted it up off her, and the night air touched her fondly between the top of her panties and the bottom of her bra. She patted her blonde curls back into place. She watched curiously as he took off his white dinner jacket and cummerbund. Then he toed off his shoes and began undoing his shirt, and then his pants.
"I don't want to get grass stains either because the suit's rented," he explained.
His underwear was stained by his dripping cock. He spread his clothes neatly on the grass and then sat down beside her. His arms felt very warm around her as they cuddled, kissed, and slowly stretched out on the prickly grass. His hand on her tit was closer to her bare skin now. Only a single puny layer of lace separated him from her. Her berrylike nipple was like a rock, a burning, demanding rock.
His tongue bored into her mouth, and her heartbeat grew faster, sharper. She felt as if her insides were melting as wave after wave of heat flowed through her body. She rubbed her graceful, smooth legs together sensuously. Her crotch felt hot, wet, sticky, and empty. She touched his strong arm and felt his hot skin under her fingers as he pried under her bra. His fingertips set her nipple ablaze with their touch. Her bra was suddenly too tight and uncomfortable to bear, so, when he tried to reach the hooks at the back, Connie helped by lifting up. She felt the band loosen.
The way he sucked in his breath at the sight of her pale tits made her throat knot with pleasure. His fingers brushed the pert rose-tinted point of one nipple, and an electric jolt lashed through her, making her back arch, her hips writhe.
He stripped his undershirt off, and then their bodies were pressing together, warm flesh against warm flesh. She felt like they were Adam and Eve. The feel of warm skin against warm skin as the night air whispered around them was unbelievable. Her arms hugged his strong body to her and they squirmed chest to chest, each loving the feel of her tits being squashed between them.
She let him wedge a leg between her naked, sleek thighs. Her hips surged up to press her soft mint against his hard thigh. He lay half on her. His cock was like a hot steel ingot against her even though they both still had their underpants on. His words were hot in her ear, and her pulse raced. His hand slid down her naked side, eased under the elastic of her panties, touched the side of her hip. She felt her panties being tugged lower. Without even thinking about it, because she didn't dare think about it, she lifted her ass off the grass, and pushed the other side of her panties down, bared herself to him as she never had before. She loved him, and he loved her, and it seemed right. They belonged together, here, tonight, under the stars. It would weld them together before the approaching months of separation. To lie naked with him on the grass, even though they did not go beyond cuddling bare skin against bare skin, would be like being married. So she let him ease her panties down, and even helped him. And then she was as naked as the day she had been born, just sixteen years before.
Paul pulled away, and studied her as she lay on the pass. She was a graceful series of pale curves, all silver and shadow in the gentle light of the moon. His face was in shadow, but she didn't need to see his eyes. She could feel the admiration and love in his gaze as he stared at her firm, rounded, pink tits, the soft sweep of her tummy, the thrusting roundness between her thighs, her shy patch of reddish pubic curls. "You, too?" she asked around a lumped throat. "Please?"
He stood up self-consciously to remove his shorts, and then there it was. Leaning out from his body, leaning over her like a mammoth pole, was his erect cock. The rounded end looked dusky compared to the pale shaft. There was a jewel like glittering at the tip. A thick, dark, curly patch of hair provided a dramatic backdrop. Huddled underneath, barely discernible was the sac that contained his balls.
Slender and well muscled, he looked like a Greek god as he towered over her in the moonlight. She didn't think she had ever seen anything so beautiful in her life. Her insides clenched, and an unbearable, aching hunger grew in her.
He settled onto the grass beside her. His hand slid over her naked skin.
She curled her fingers around his cock, tested its hardness and its heat. She had touched it before, but it had never felt as hard or as hot as it did now. Slick stickiness burned her fingers and glued her to his cock. His hand touched her tummy shyly, hesitating. When she made no move to stop him, his fingers eased lower, combed into her dainty cuntal curls. Her hips surged upward in invitation. Her thighs parted and his fingers curled down between her legs. One finger parted her slit, and the hunger in her body raged higher. She tenderly stroked and petted his throbbing cock, but not the way she knew produced the quick, pumping, jerking spurting. That wasn't what she was trying to do. Her touch made his cock drool hungrily over her fingers. She ran them delicately over the rubbery head of it. "Please?" he groaned desperately, slipping his finger deep into her wet, hungry cunt.
Fear cut through Connie's passion for one brief moment, then was overwhelmed by her hunger for something more than a finger in her cunt. "Yes," she moaned. "Oh, yes, yes, yes."
Spreading her thighs, she welcomed him into her young, slender body. She guided the knob of his cock to the gate of her virgin hole. He rammed into her, and there was a flare of pain as her cherry was broken by his invading prick. Then the pain slowly ebbed and she was gradually filled with his hard meat.
She was lying on her back with her thighs straining wide apart so she could be certain of getting every delectable inch of his cock into her virgin, clinging cunt. She hoped he would be able to go on and on and on, since his initial horniness had been slaked by his orgasm on the dance floor. She loved the feel of his body moving on hers, the contact lubricated by their perspiration. Her tits were rolled and twisted as he moved up and down, up and down.
It was happening, she felt it happening, deep down inside her. The marvelous itch of anticipation was building and building, increasing with every stroke of the cock in her cunt. It had happened before when her own hands had toyed with her body and caressed her clit. But this time it was going to be bigger, and better, and more unforgettable. Because this time there was a cock in her body, an erect male cock, and she was with a man as a woman was meant to be with a man, and it was going to feel so good to have a pulsing rush of ecstasy coursing through her while her cunt was so marvelously stuffed with cock. It was coming, coming, coming. She was THERE!
It was an unbelievable psychedelic trip. As her consciousness was whirled around, tumbled and rolled in the incredible glory of the orgasm, she remained vaguely and happily aware of the cock moving in her body, sliding in and out of her convulsing cunt. Her whole body was bathed in flames of pleasure as Paul moved in her, faster and faster, harder and harder with every stroke.
Connie's orgasm changed subtly, became less intense and consciousness being more exquisite. Now she could consciously appreciate the unbelievable pleasure. And, as long as Paul kept fucking her, she knew her pleasure would continue. The only drawback to her endless joy was the knowledge that Paul could not possibly go on forever, that sooner or later he was going to reach his own spurting peak and then it would be all over. He grunted in her ear, and she quailed. He was almost there. She wondered what his orgasm would feel like.
He heaved into her, and she thrust up against him. She felt the rock-hard cock clutched in her cunt pulse, swell and contract, felt a hot spurt hit the stretched end of her pussy. Paul's hips quivered between her thighs. He tried to run her through with his cock. She clutched his hard asscheeks and felt them convulse.
Her own pleasure rocketed upward with every steaming blast of cum, with every orgasmic convulsion that racked him. Her cunt was being pulverized between them. She clung to him and wished she could enfold his entire body with hers, wished that they could melt into a ball that would last forever and ever and ever.
But her pleasure faded as his spurting cock subsided, and then she was feeling his prick slowly shrink. She clung to him desperately, tried to hide under him. Hide from what? From herself, from her guilt and sorrow and joy and confusion? It had happened and she had not meant it to happen, and it had been wonderful, but now it could never happen like that again. It was obvious of course. There could only be one first time. Alter a long time, when he had pulled his cock from her cunt, they snuggled together on the grass. "Oh, Paul," she sighed, almost sobbed out. "God, I love you," he told her.
She knew that he meant it. "I-I love you, too," she replied, wondering at the catch in her voice.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I didn't mean it to happen, honest I didn't." "You didn't?" She was a little disappointed to hear this, somehow. He hadn't wanted her?
"I mean, well, I had hoped it would," he corrected. "I wanted you, but I didn't want to-to hurt you."
"It hardly hurt at all," she assured him. "Honest. And I'm glad we did it, because now we have something that's just ours, something we'll both remember always." She paused, aware she sounded like a sentimental fool. "It'll help us both over the summer when I'm not here with you."
"Don't mention that," Paul moaned. "I don't even want to think about it." Connie suddenly realized that, even though she was a year younger than Paul, she seemed older than he was in many ways. "But it's the way it is," she said philosophically.
"But three whole months apart!" Paul groaned.
"We'll be together again soon, and if we didn't do it this way, we'd be apart for a whole year," she pointed out.
"You sure it'll work?" Paul asked, worried.
Connie stretched out on her back. Her hands behind her head, she reveled in her nakedness, and stared up at the starry sky. "Of course I am. All I have to do is take three simple courses and I'll be a freshman in college, too. I'll just have a year less high school is all." A freshman in college at sixteen, she thought. Now, that was really something! She'd be in college, no longer smothered by a bunch of kids who didn't care about learning. She'd be with college students with people who were in school because they wanted an education. Nobody would sneer and call her a teacher's pet just because she enjoyed studying and learning. "But three months," Paul protested. "What if you find some other guy?" "Don't worry, she assured him. "I'll be working too hard. I won't have time for any nonsense."
"But you just said it would be easy," Paul argued.
"Boy, you're really on a downer, aren't you?"
"I'm just worried," he retorted.
"Well, yeah, so am I," she shot back. "You'll be here, surrounded by all the yummy girls at the club pool. I'll be working like a dog in musty classrooms."
"Aw, they don't mean anything to me," Paul snorted, tracing a circle around one of Connie's nipples with one finger. "You're the only girl for me." "For the next three months?" Connie retorted. "You won't go out with anyone for the next three months?"
"I won't want to go out with anyone over the summer," he answered.
"Oh, sure, I'll bet."
"I won't," he insisted.
"Well..."
"Look, we've been steadies for three months now," he pointed out.
"Four," she corrected.
"Four," he agreed. "And I've never looked at another girl."
"Yeah. But Ginger sure gave you one hell of a looking over," Connie argued.
"And I didn't even give her the time of day. Right?" "Right," Connie agreed. She was silent for a few minutes, worrying. She hadn't been worried before.
"Hey, I was the one who was worried, not you," Paul said tenderly. He stroked her graceful torso gently, curling his fingers to the roundness of one firm young tit. "I'll be there in September, and things will be better than ever."
"Mmmmm," Connie purred, loving the feel of his caress. She slid one hand over and curled her fingers around his wet cock. It felt warm and soft, and alive, even though it was still small and limp. "You were my first," Connie murmured softly.
"Ummm?" Paul grunted.
"You were my first," she repeated. "And I was your first."
"Yeah," Paul replied, understanding finally.
"I'll always remember it," Connie sighed. "No matter how many times I do it, I'll always remember this first time."
"You aren't going to do it with anyone else, are you?" Paul asked. "Course not," she assured him. "But you and I will do it again, lots of times." She squeezed his cock. It was swelling rapidly in her grasp. "Oh, yeah!" he answered enthusiastically.
"Like now," she whispered.
"Now?" he asked nervously.
"Of course now," she answered, nibbling on his chin as she rolled toward him. Her lips found his, her tongue pried into his mouth, and she tasted the soft drink he had had at the dance. She slid one smooth leg over his strong hairy ones, felt his harsh skin against hers. One tit brushed against his chest.
His response was quick and vigorous. His arms pulled her to him, bringing them closer and more intimately together.
"Let's stay here all night," she suggested.
"Here?"
"Until the sun rises. Let's stay here and see the sun rise, and make love again and again and again until it does. And then we can do it with the sun shining down on us."
"We can do it," she insisted. "Staying out all night is a tradition. We were already planning on it."
"Yeah, but,"
"Janet will cover for us," Connie went on. "You know she'll cover for us if anyone asks."
"Well, maybe," Paul agreed reluctantly.
"Say yes," she urged hotly. "Say yes!" She squeezed his swollen cock, adding emphasis to her demand. "We'll make it a night to really remember!" "Okay," he agreed. He groaned with lust as her small, graceful hand caressed his throbbing cock.
She kissed him again and ground her tits against his chest. She climbed over him, pressed the hot length of her naked body against him. His arms went around her lithe torso as she straddled one of his strong hairy legs with her slender smooth ones. She pressed her cunt against him. A warm wave of pleasure swept through her from the stimulation to her clitoris. Paul's cock was trapped between them. It felt like a hot rolling pin against her sensitive, tender belly. It was halfway between her cunt and her hipbone. She twisted just to feel the hot, hard tower of meat roll between them. She squirmed because she liked the tugging feel of her tits rubbing against his ribs and pectorals.
The moon had risen higher. They were near the middle of the putting green. It was like they were on the center of a stage. The grass around them was dark compared with the silver of their nude bodies. The pale globes of Connie's asscheeks shifted and rolled and shivered as she squirmed her cunt against his thigh. The graceful line of her spine twisted this way and that as she writhed. The wing bones of her shoulders shifted under her flawless skin. Her hands roamed his flanks, his shoulders, and his arms. Connie's cunt was drooling for that marvelous cock again. Now that it had known the pleasure of being totally gutted, it was demanding it again. She held back, letting the hunger grow and swell until it was obliterating everything else-her lingering reservations and inhibitions, her former purity and innocence. She was becoming a totally sexual being. She squirmed around on Paul and straddled him with her legs. She shifted upward, and felt his cock slip down past her cunt. A thrill of pleasure ripped trough her as it rubbed her clitoris. When she felt the head slide past her crotch, she stopped and felt it nuzzle her. Paul's hips heaved as he rammed his cock against her hungrily. He humped with blind insistence. His prick head missed its mark, scraped along her tender slit and made her flesh blaze. She let her hips roll and grind, increasing the searing friction as his shaft plowed the length of her furrow. The underside of his cock ripped past her clitoris and sent a fiery explosion of pleasure surging through her. But her cunt was still empty, and it refused to let her forget it. The cock in her slot was being smeared with juices as it rubbed up and down her crack. Her cunt walls were convulsing, clutching at emptiness. "Going to cum," Paul panted. His hips were humping faster, rubbing his cock in her slit, not her cunt.
"No," she grunted, lifting up. His cock was left behind. It lay flat up against his hairy belly. The night air struck into her dripping crotch like icy fire, chilling her cunt lips, drying her juices. "Aww," Paul groaned.
"Not that way," Connie soothed. She was as desperate for it as he was, but she wanted him in her cunt, not just rubbing her. Reaching down between them as she hovered above him, she lifted his cock and aimed it into her juicy cunt lips. She nestled its head into her body, and then slowly wriggled down on it. She felt it press slowly up into her ravenous cunt felt it stretch her slippery folds with its bulk. She was lying on him with her ass in the air, her knees braced. She eased his prick into her hot cunt. Her crotch moved down toward his body as she took his prick gradually, inch by inch. She savored the slow filling of her cunt with his cock. She was panting softly as she impaled herself on his hard meat.
"God, you're hot," he moaned.
"You're so big," she whispered. "You're filling me all up. God, it feels good!"
"Yeah," he agreed. "Feels like I'm wrapped in a hot, wet blanket."
"Feels like I'm being filled with a huge, hard, hot pole," she moaned.
"Oh, Paul!"
"Mmmmmm," he groaned.
"I love you," she whimpered, getting the last fraction of his prick into her.
"Mmmmmm," he groaned again. His hips began humping. This time, the motion made his cock ease in and out of her cunt, instead of up and down her slit. His prick hit all her nerve endings, and sent messages of pleasure searing up to her mind. As he moved under her, her clitoris was being rolled and twisted and pinched between the hard arches of their pubic bones.
She began to move in opposition to his humping, sliding her body up and down his. She felt her skin slip sensuously against his. A stray puff of air carried a heavy, musky scent to her nostrils, and she inhaled deeply. She clung to his thighs with hers, as if riding a horse. Their mouths locked in a hot, wet, sucking kiss as she pistoned his cock in and out of her cunt.
She was building upward again, building toward a second mind shattering orgasm. It seemed this one was going to be as good, or even better, than the first. She rode the steadily building waves of pleasure as they surged through her. They were increasing with every thrust of his big cock. "Oh, Paul."
His breath was blasting into her ear as his hips heaved upward, thrusting at her.
"Oh-Paul," she moaned. "Oh, God! It's-happening again!" Her words trailed off into a pulsating wail of lust as the orgasm lashed through her body with the fury of a hurricane. She clung to him as her cunt spasmed around his engorged cock. She felt it moving in the slick grasp of her sheath. He kept on thrusting, kept mangling her clitoris into a blazing paste.
Paul's moves grew steadily quicker and sharper and his fingers dug into her waist as he held her. He heaved at her, rammed her down on his prick as he pushed up against her. His cock slammed into her with jolting force. The impacts and the friction and the bruising grip all served to increase her blazing pleasure. She kept cumming and cumming and cumming. She felt his cock swelling and expanding in her cunt.
"AH! AH! AH! Aaaaahhhh!" Paul's breath burst from him as his jism erupted into her clutching cunt in thick, heavy gobs that jammed the end of her cunt, trying to penetrate her abdomen by brute force. She held onto her consciousness for a few more seconds. Then everything was swept away on the tide of pleasure. Everything evaporated but the throbbing cock in her cunt. When she was capable of thinking again, the pulsing was over, the cock was shrinking, and there was another hot, thick pool of jism in her pussy.
She snuggled against his warm body, and fell asleep. The first rays of the sun sparkled through the trees, casting long, sharp gashes of light across the smooth grass. The two teenagers on the putting green moved in the slow, languid motions of early morning. They were lying side by side on the grass. Their hands, bodies, and legs tangled in an erotic knot. Then there was a long, tender, straining moment as body locked against body as they milked the endless moment of all its pleasure. Then they slumped with exhaustion. "Do you have to leave tomorrow?" Paul asked sadly.
"Uh-huh," she replied.
"Are you sure?"
Connie nodded. Not meeting his eyes, she stroked one finger down his chest. The tips of her tits were just touching him. "Yeah. I'm getting there a week after everyone else as it is."
"Who else will be there?"
Connie shrugged, felt her tits scrape his flesh. "Oh, all sorts of people. Some freshmen like me, a few upperclassmen taking summer courses."
"Upperclassmen?" Paul asked warily.
"Well, women," Connie amended. "And some men, too. It is a coed school, after all." She sighed. "Oh, Paul, trust me. Please?" "And coed dorms, too," he grumbled.
"Paul, nothing's going to happen," she insisted, slightly exasperated. "Now, come on, we'd better get dressed before the greens keeper comes out here and catches us like this!"
Paul stood up, and helped her to her feet. For a long, aching moment they stood in the golden glow of the sun, staring at each other hungrily. Paul, tall and slender, his dark hair curling around his ears and on the back of his neck; Connie, shorter, rounded and feminine, her blonde curls shining in the sun, her firm, thrusting tits gleaming like alabaster, her nipples rosy-pink and pointed.
Then they turned and picked up their clothes and began to dress. He hooked her bra for her, and zipped up her white, full-skirted dress. Then they walked down the fairway, their shadows leaping and twisting ahead of them over the rolling green turf.